musicforeducationalpurposes

January hasn’t proved to be very futuristic.  I’ve already had a thorough nigger moment, and I have formally lifted my denial (late) that some of the muck is sticking to the liberal Manchurian Candidate. However, tripping forces us to abruptly cover a lot of ground.  The fastest runners are falling.  That is unrelated.

Sugar dates

Spike.

Oh nine.

Ten. January.

When come strings? That

Inverse cloud cover,

Sweeping dash of salt.

“–It came without the manual.”

Mellowdrone; Big Winner: “Show me the ropes now baby, show me the ropes…”

Thank goodness we have a band called Casiotone for the Painfully Alone.

I used to play one of these so very proudly. They get murky toward the end of their lives like light switches. You loose the battery door. It’s one of the few visual images that I recall of my life before the age of three, the year of my first and only move. Ma and Pa took the eggs out to the suburbs when they started to see more dope-boys on the block. I awoke somewhere more anti-fungal. There was an amazing bossa nova loop you could play along to so I wouldn’t play much piano over it, since I was so pleased the machine played itself. Those lo-fi synth beats were so hot in the mid 00′s. –Those beats were so hot in “The aughts? The naughties?”

Should we ever grow out of Post-rock?

Not me, not this month.

It’s one of my favorite American Exports.

Mogwai’s The Hawk is Howling was pretty coarse. There were no Golden Porches not even a Stanley Kubrick. There is a song on this album called “I’m Jim Morrison, I’m Dead”.

Beak> is what Portishead brainchild Geoff Barrow has had on his mind of late.

Francoise Hardy is an  interesting life force.

Passion Pit, token ‘what the kids dig pick.’

Herbie Hancock is one of the most talented musicians of all time. I hope he makes something we might prefer to his older work.